Diana lay on what used to be her bed, Little Pete walked towards her. She closed her eyes, trying to block a pain that started forming in her abdomen.
"Does it hurt?" Little Pete asked. Diana opened her eyes surprised at the fact that the boy had directed even attention her way. She nodded cautiously, but he wasn't looking at her, she was looking at Diana's belly.
"Are you...Talking to it?" Diana asked. The words burnt her tongue, they were awfully unbelievable.
Little Pete turned to look at her, his blue eyes aware for the first time ever.
"Yes" he answered. Diana looked at her belly in terror.
"Is he like you?" Diana asked. She extended her arm towards him, his hand reached hers. Four Bars.
Little Pete shook his head. Diana sighed.
"He could beat both of us in a second" the little boy said. Diana knew that he wasn't talking about the both of them. Her baby could destroy Little Pete and the Darkness.
Brianna ran ahead of Astrid and Sam, hoping to catch them, help as a distraction or something. God knew they could hurt Little Pete but what if Jack stepped in? They would definitely hurt him.
As she neared the shore she saw the strange sight of Jack talking to Quinn, arguing.
"Jack!" she shouted and rushed into his arms.
"Brianna?" he said, taken aback.
"You ok?" they asked at the same time. They both nodded.
"Drake, Little Pete?" she asked.
"They have Diana and Caine, I was just telling Quinn. We need to go to the island. Probably bring Lana with us, Diana was bleeding real bad" he said, he looked shaky and his face lacked color.
"Ok, I'll tell Astrid and Sam to get Lana, they can follow after us" she said.
"Brianna, I don't think you should come" he said, worry staining his brown eyes.
"I'm coming" she stated with an authority he could not defy. He sighed and nodded sadly.
Brianna ran to where Astrid and Sam where and explained the plan, thank god they agreed.
As Jack and she got on the boat, she grinned.
"What?" Jack asked, smiling at her grin.
"Time for some action" she answered simply.
Drake stood up and whipped Caine hard on the face. Caine, taken aback fell on the floor.
Drake used those seconds of distraction to rush into the room and pull Diana out.
"Come here" he hissed. She followed but stepped on him hard.
"Still your old self I see? You know, I knew I'd always take my revenge on you" he grinned. He looked up and stared at the roof in awe, but Diana knew, she felt, he was talking to it. To the Darkness.
He laughed making Diana cringe.
"You know what it wants me to do? Never mind, I'll show you" he said grinning. He turned to Caine, who was frozen hands raised like a bandit surrounded by a dozen policemen crews.
"If you try anything. She dies"
WARNING: The following part falls under the spoiler "A scene so dark my editors wanted it cut out". This is worse than the gore in chapter 5; the rating will go up because of this scene. I'm sure you'll understand the next chapter without reading. BEWARE.
Diana froze, She felt Drake's tentacle arm slowly crawling down her body until it was wrapped around her ankle. She struggled but it was no good, he was way stronger than she was.
She turned to Caine, afraid. He was glued on the spot knowing that the wrong move would kill his Queen. She started sobbing.
Drake's whip hand traveled up her leg until it was in between her inner thighs. She gasped out of fear and the sickening feel of the tentacle on her flesh.
She closed her eyes knowing what was coming. The tentacle reached into her, it found its way into her internal organs, searching. She cried out loudly, every nerve in her shouted of misery and immobilizing pain. Crimson trickled down her legs. Behind her screams she heard a wild laugh but along with her own cries of pain were the cries of sorrow from her lover. She felt her baby being pulled, she held her legs tightly together.
"NO! Not my baby! LET GO!" she shouted. She resisted. Drake's arm broke the thin membrane that protected her baby, making her water break. It spilled on the floor loudly.
"Not very strong now, uh? You witch!" Drake shouted at her and started laughing madly. His tentacle arm started withdrawing, pulling something with it. She felt her bones starting to cooperate and make way for the child being pulled out by the tentacle.
After a while the pain was too much, she fell on the ground. She fell but not without hearing one last cry.
A small innocent cry.